A Presence We Felt
Though alone, he appeared day after day.
We couldn’t see him, and he could not stay.
Reverently, we each began to pray,
listening quietly for what he would say.
Then we’d just know in an unknown way.
We knew somehow, we’d not be led astray.
Like fresh fruit, his words before us he’d lay,
then deep in our hearts, we’d place them to stay.
Who was this presence we felt every day?
Why not reveal himself and with us stay?
We still ask these questions each time we pray,
listening quietly for what he will say.
We have faith again he will come our way,
and trust his answers won’t lead us astray.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2022
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